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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 20:19:07 GMT -5
The unassuming warehouses of the West Side sit like silent hills in the darkness of the night. Though the West Side is a completely seperate district than the Labrynth, in the night they might as well be one and the same. Only those who know the streets and can avoid the Night Police have a prayer of survive after sundown.
So the Rebellion doesn't meet on the streets. This night, they have taken over a large factory, a pottery plant that churns out bowls, cups, and plates during the daylight hours, and, for now, churns out midnight plans, quiet frustration, and a hearty hatred for the Guardians.
Currently, the small though growing group is situated amongst the simple machinery. It's leader is leaned against a supporting wall, a thick notebook and pencil situated in her hands. Next to Aretha is her ever faithful shadow, Ghost.
Every few moments, Aretha glances up from her work to turn to Ghost. Though no words transpire between the duo, it is clear that he is silently editing her.
Though the pair is slightly seperated from the others, they are not isolated. The air around the factory is open, and small conversations are everywhere as the next plot of rebellion is planned.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 20:45:36 GMT -5
A teenage girl, with dark brown eyes and dark gold hair spilling out of a baggy black hooded sweatshirt, sat facing the rebel leader and the mysterious Ghost. She had a notebook in her lap, and a pen in the hand that skipped across the paper in short, sharp lines. At punctuated intervals, she would look up at the pair before once more devoting her attention to the shapes taking place on the paper.
A tan rat with a small white star between bright black button eyes sat on her shoulder, chowing down on the freshly-cut carrot pieces that Tawny was handing up to her now and then while she sketched.
And so the moments passed almost in silence while the girl and her beloved rat sat, thus occupied, in their small section of the warehouse. Though, every now and then, Tawny would break the peace with a stifled giggle, reaching up and ruffling Skip's fur, who would respond in turn with a sneeze-like squeak and a shake of her body that straightened the disrupted hairs.
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 20:53:18 GMT -5
Acala and Elise stood together as a pair on the eastern side of the little gathering, waiting for the official meeting to begin. Acala leaned casually against a tall, flat piece of machinery with nonchalant indifference. There was something almost macho about her manner. Or perhaps it just seemed that way with the timid Elise standing so near to her, shoulders brought forward and inward, hugging her arms as if she were cold or something. On occasion, they murmured between each other, though seemingly nothing of great consequence.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 21:12:39 GMT -5
Aretha, as is her habit, glances about the room, as though reassuring herself that everyone is there and safe. Her eyes skim over all of the Rebels present, pausing momentarily on each one before she returns to her paper. She stares at it thoughtfully, and Ghost points to a line.
She winces, looking at him strangely, shaking her head. He nods. They continue the silent communication for a few seconds, before he gestures with a lazy hand to Tawny. She sighs, before turning to the young woman in front of her.
"Tawny, I hate to interrupt, but could you tell Ghost that this line isn't up to par?" She clears her throat, looking down at the paper. "'The bloody silence of our streets screams for our attention, beggin us to end the violence.'?" Ghost rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall with a loud exhalation at her self-depreciation.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 21:29:56 GMT -5
Tawny looks up when Aretha speaks to her, and chews on the end of her pen a bit as she considers the sentence. "That doesn't sound half bad. But maybe it would sound cooler if you said the streets are demanding that we end the violence? People are jerks, and begging just isn't enough." Her eyes narrowed and became thunderous for a moment, but she shrugged off her anger and smiled in that half-apologetic way that said "Well, what can you do?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 21:41:34 GMT -5
Aretha nods thoughtfully. "Better. Much better," she murmurs, changing the wording on the page with a scribble. Ghost nods as well, tilting his head as he continues to read over her shoulder.
His brow wrinkles as he reads a particular section, but then his face returns to it's usual neutral position while Aretha continues writing.
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 21:49:15 GMT -5
Elise, eventually becoming weary, takes to sitting. "I'm never going to get the chance to finish grading my students' papers..." she murmurs to herself with a sigh. Acala, on the other hand, is looking around the room now, counting heads. She pauses for a second, before saying to no one in particular, "Kite's not here. Is he on patrol, or...?"
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 21:59:57 GMT -5
Tawny closes the notebook and places it on the cement floor at her side, pen set on top, before looking over and answering Elise. "I really don't know. He never tells me anything." She frowned. "You don't think he managed to find trouble, do you? It would be just like him." Her tone was fairly casual, but she was worried. She was rather fond of Kite. His seriousness made him her favorite subject for her spoof sketches, and she loved his morbid stories.
She looked toward Aretha, hoping their leader would have an answer.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 22:01:24 GMT -5
Aretha's head perks back up. "Jeremy is on patrol. He should be returning shortly with a report," she replies. "I believe Taigi is as well. Karina is...?" She glances at Ghost, and he mimes plucking something out of the air. "Ah, yes. Stealing something, as usual."
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 22:09:45 GMT -5
Acala nods, satisified with the answer. "That's good." She doesn't really say much more. She and Elise are still fairly new, having joined somewhere around a month ago, and she is still studying who she can truly trust or not. Elise, on the other hand, is just naturally quiet, and doesn't really reach out to others very often.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 22:49:58 GMT -5
Tawny grins. "Hopefully she's having some luck, so that I can practice my mad thievery skills on her when she returns." She was kidding. She wasn't nearly subtle enough to steal anything from Karina. She'd start giggling with amusement halfway through her own attempt.
She pulled Skip off her shoulder and put the rat on her lap, where she could wrestle with her. Gently closing one hand around Skip's head, she playfully shook her and let her go, walking the hand after the rat like it was a living thing. Skip leaped away, shaking her head, only to immediately return and put small paws on Tawny's leg as she watched her hand creep closer. Tawny feinted a grab and Skip spun, ready to run, only to turn back and curiously creep closer when nothing happened. Tawny giggled and continued the game with another 'pounce' of her hand, before suddenly saying out loud "What are we going to do next, Aretha?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 23:00:37 GMT -5
Aretha looks thoughtful. "No opportunities have presented themselves yet," she responds softly. "I'm hoping we can pull off something a little more impressive than our more recent demonstrations." Ghost nods agreeably. "We need to actually make a statement." She pauses. "I think we need to do a raid on the Stage of Retribution," she finishes quietly.
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 23:08:10 GMT -5
Acala raises her eyebrow. "A raid? But doesn't that mean we'd have to wait for the Guardian's to plan an execution? Otherwise, what use would it be to raid an empty execution site?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 23:12:29 GMT -5
"Of course we'd have to wait," she replies carefully. "After all, it would be the most sensational thing we could do. Don't you all remember the newspapers three years ago when the Silver Wolf attacked during at the Stage of Retribution?"
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 23:32:15 GMT -5
Tawny immediately leaps to her feet, spilling poor Skip onto the floor. The rat immediately rolled to her feet and frantically scrambled up Tawny's leg, disappearing into her jacket, while she raved "The Silver Wolf was so damn gutsy!" She had to pause for a moment before continuing. Her voice had been in danger of rising to a dangerous pitch in her excitement. When she continued, her voice was a passionate whisper. "And people talked about her for weeks after that! I was only about twelve at the time, but I've dreamed of having a part in something that incredible ever since." Tawny began to pace, too excited to remain still. "If we pulled it off, and had a part in disrupting a second execution, no one would be able to deny our cause!"
She stopped, her breathing quick and her eyes flashing with excitement. She was still full of youthful exuberance, despite her jaded outlook, and at times like this it showed.
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